��� Another gruesome emission of death industrial horror from veteran outfit En Nihil, again teaming up with another denizen of the pit, this time with newer outfit Procession Of The Black Sloth, each band delivering nearly a half hour of new material.

���En Nihil's side is more of his foul mixture of death industrial and harsh noise that has comprised most of his recent work, super-heavy stuff that moves through four long tracks of rumbling death industrial, sprawling noisescapes littered with sputtering mechanical rhythms and murky factory drones, low crackling electrical currents coursing through the heaving black mass of sound, shifting from the muted, almost Atrax Morgue-esque throb of opener "The Death Collector" to the ghastly black ambiance of "Bone Trophies". Infested with distant monstrous invocations and over-modulated synths, these tracks bloom into a hallucinatory wash of ghoulish sound design; gaping black pits of caustic noise break open and boil over with vile sonic pus, and peals of ghostly high-end sound and terrifying distant sirens streak over the smoldering distorted rumble; crushing slow-motion rhythms lurch across this blasted blackened wasteland, a squelched monstrous throb that transforms "And Time Will Crumble With Their Bodies" into a blistering black death-dirge, before erupting into the garbled harsh noise chaos of the title track. The stuff that En Nihil has been putting out lately has been completely monstrous, and this material is no different.

��� Presumably taking their name from a story by dark fantasist Laird Barron, Procession Of The Black Sloth belt out five tracks of horrifying industrial noise and cancerous synthscum on the other side of the tape. It's weird, creepy stuff, a perfect compliment to En Nihil's grinding blackness, combining low rumbling synthesizers and pitch-shifted screams dragged out of the depths of someone's terminally damaged psyche, mixed up with atmospheric washes of arctic ambiance and minimal percussion that you hear echoing way off in the distance. The nightmarish din of distressed voices that haunt this recording are seemingly piped directly from the bowels of a 1960's-era mental asylum, and pulverizing death industrial assaults like "Under The Floor" fuse Genocide Organ-esque deathdrone to guttural, death metal-style throat-horror and pulsing, tumorous synth drones, and hallucinatory blasts of densely layered sepulchral percussive noise a la T.O.M.B. Another killer dose of total nightmare music. Limited to one hundred copies.